CHAPTER 65

  I grabbed his hair, pushed both my hand into it and pushed him closer to my aching core.

  “That's it, baby... Eat my fucking pussy.”

  The pressure started to grow to unbearable heights, my stomach tightened and I feel my orgasm drawing closer each second.

  “I am going to cum baby... I need to cum,” each gulp of air I take pulls me closer to the edge, tethering me on the borderline of plunging headfirst into that great sea of pleasure.

  I tried to keep my eyes open, to watch as he take me deeper into his mouth, as he suck, tug and fuck me with his mouth and tongue.

  As he drives me crazy and pulls me closer to that tiny line between normality and craziness. This was Mike, the man I had pined for since the first time I set my eyes on him, the man that dominated my brains for two good years.

  The sole reason why I refused to let any man touch me, was fear that if I look at them, I would see him, compare them to him and end up getting disappointed.